Meet the ragamuffins.
I believe 80% of our time during the week is spent in disarray. We stay in our jammies. I don't brush any body's hair. The only reason Laney is dressed in this picture is because she knows how to bypass the baby lock on her closet and get herself dressed. Bless her heart she even tried to put a barrette in her brunette hair.
This was some sort of push-a-sister-in-this-dirty-high-chair-that-nobody-uses-anymore game.
Clearly this child's mother never washes her face after breakfast.
I will very much miss the days when my girls will no longer be my ragamuffins. They'll want to wear make-up, and do each other's hair. I love our disarray.